Riding and Slashing

Chapter 25 Inertial Thinking Kills People
However, no matter what the adventurers or mercenaries in the tavern think, the kings and lords of various countries seem to have always cared about this prophecy.

Juan also said that the Duke of Alma seemed to be very concerned about this prophecy, and even clearly ordered that any information related to the "son of prophecy" should be sent to him.

Li Ang can understand the mentality of the existing ruling class - if the so-called prophecy is true, it means that the continent will be reshuffled, and the current king and lord may not end well...

And if the prophecy is false, then we need to pay close attention to it, so as not to cause any more ambitious people to use the name of "son of prophecy" to do things.

For the ruling class, every sign of trouble is about politics.

"So, within your organization, do you think this reward may be related to this prophecy?"

Li Ang probably understood the reason a little bit.

"...No, it's not just that... It seems that the last princess of the ancient Pendor Kingdom was black-haired and black-eyed more than 100 years ago - and it is said that she fled Pendor Land when the kingdom fell. Of course, this is just our guess ..."

Juan gestured and stammered his explanation.

This guess is quite reliable.

If it is related to the Gupand royal family, coupled with Madigan's prophecy, then this bounty hunt is understandable.

These kingdoms in today's Pendor Continent are all built on the remains of the ancient Pendor Kingdom, especially the Sarleon Kingdom.

They will definitely spare no effort to strangle any possible Gupand royal bloodlines.

This kind of dangerous 'flag' that may shake the foundation of the ruling can only be killed and never let go.

Leon Griffin's parents, the knight who didn't want to mention the name of the knight order, and the noble lady who never told the past, might really have something to do with Gupander's blood.

But Li Ang actually didn't care about this - no one in the Celestial Dynasty would care about this kind of thing.

For Li Ang, talking about bloodlines is rather boring. After all, if the people of the Celestial Dynasty intend to seriously trace their bloodlines, basically all of them can be traced back to a great emperor or a real legendary hero.

Any one of those ancestors is enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods.

Compared with the so-called prophecies and bloodlines, Li Ang actually cared more about those unnatural forces—it seemed that all the legends related to the Son of Prophecy would be accompanied by some weird things.

For example, the cicada-like human skin that he had seen with his own eyes.

"You just said it might be related to the Scarlet Plague?"

Li Ang continued to ask.

Juan nodded hesitantly: "The Kingdom of Pendor collapsed because of the Red Death, and the whole continent knows... Some people say that it was brought by the Noldor elves. But the strange thing is that people with black hair and black eyes never Get the Red Death! So...but that's speculation from other people in the organization, and I've only heard it from them."

The Scarlet Plague is the official name of the Red Death, and it also has another name—the Scarlet Scourge.

Li Ang estimated that this was a very violent infectious disease, probably similar to the plague.It is said that at least half of the people in Pendor died of the Red Death 150 years ago.

And there is still no cure for this disease.

This terrible infectious disease will naturally be endowed with mystery in this era. In various legends, it is related to alien species such as devils and Noldor elves.

Sarah next to her also nodded: "Compared to the cities in the center of the mainland, the number of people infected with the Red Death in the Principality of Dexia is much less... I haven't noticed it before, but now he talks about it, it seems to be like this matter. Do people with black hair and black pupils have the blessing of gods?"

The hammer in Li Ang's hand was finally put away.

He understood why this body would be hunted down.

But the heart is a little heavy-this is the reason that is almost impossible to solve.

Different races do have different resistances to certain specific diseases. Coupled with different environments, hygiene conditions and behavioral habits, it is possible that some people will not be infected with certain infectious diseases. This is very difficult in Li Ang's eyes. normal.

However, in the ignorant Middle Ages, when most doctors were almost indistinguishable from butchers, people only saw things according to some superficial features, and then gave them special mystical concepts.

Such as blood, fate, or gods and demons.

And no matter which one, it is an inherent concept that cannot be solved.

Thinking of the possibility of being hunted like this for the rest of his life, Li Ang lost interest in speaking for a moment, ignored Juan who was staring at him on the ground, turned around and walked towards the quiet battlefield.

But he didn't go far, and the begging and screams from behind startled him.

Looking back, it was Sarah who ended Juan's life with a sword!
Sarah wiped the long sword expressionlessly while chasing after it.It seemed that killing an unresisting person was not a crime in her eyes.

Li Ang frowned deeply: "Sarah, why did you kill him?"

Sarah didn't wear her trademark smile this time, but said calmly and seriously: "My lord, in your eyes, he is probably just a poor captive... But, only during the time I was in Sarleon City Here, as far as I know, he has ruined at least a dozen girls... Such scum should not be left in the world. And, my lord, the Red Brotherhood will have no mercy for you."

Li Ang covered his face and let out a deep breath.

This ruthless 'vixen' is the real Sarah.

If she didn't have a ruthless heart, how could she travel this dangerous continent alone so far.

"You're right, Sarah. But what I mean is, we could have sold him as a slave... the boy is good-looking, and he's an aristocrat, so he should be worth a lot..."

Li Ang looked very heartbroken - he didn't care if the old rascal died or not, but now he is a prisoner, it's money...

What a pity!

Sarah looked at Li Ang with some astonishment, her eyes were obviously looking at some creatures whose IQ was lower than the average human level.

"My lord, you actually intend to sell the members of the Red Brotherhood... to the slaves of the Red Brotherhood?"

hiss……

Yes!

The vast majority of slave traders are members of the Red Brotherhood...

This is very different from the game - in the game, any prisoner of war can be sold to the slaver in the tavern, and the slaver will take anyone.But the reality is so convenient!
Inertial thinking kills people...

Juan is the little leader of the Red Brotherhood in Sarleon City, and he might be famous. If he were to be sold back to a slave trader of the Red Brotherhood, this would not be a coquettish manipulation, but death...

"That...Sarah, I mean, Juan is in charge of this camp... I've got a lot of great tricks I could use..."

Li Ang covered his forehead in embarrassment, and found an excuse to cover up his mental retardation.

"But, my lord, you didn't intend to occupy this camp at all, did you... I don't believe you will stay here to face the wrath of Grand Duke Alma directly... Or, you plan to go to the northern grassland to single-handedly challenge the Jatu army? "

Sarah saw through this lord who wanted to save face at a glance.

(End of this chapter)